Connemara National Park was a perfect place to take RJ as it had everything that a 15 month old could want: A playground, sheep (he got over his episode at Airfield Farm), Connemara ponies and a trek up the side of a mountain. Ok, perhaps the trek up the side of the mountain isn't something that a 15-month old would want - unless he's riding his Dad like a pony. :)
Here's a picture of RJ enjoying a Diet Coke (bottle):
Friday, we decided to take a short drive up to Achill Island in County Mayo. Yes, there is a county named after Mayonaise (not really). The short trip (which I expected to take 2 hours) took us 3 hours. Once again, my powers of drive-time estimation were foiled by narrow Irish roads. The good thing is that the payoff was great. We ended up at Keem Beach which was an absolutely fabulous place.
We almost didn't make it here, because we passed two other (not quite as) beautiful beaches that didn't involve us driving up over that last mountain - which involved a narrow road, no guard rails and very little margin for error between our minivan and the Atlantic Ocean.
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